Ah, college shows. A Judd Apatow movie come to life. Pre-game seasoned binge-drunk coeds. iPhones ablaze. Most popular question: “Who is this band?” Most popular response: “I don’t know, GET OVER HERE!”

On-campus concerts — for us graduates or college abstainers — offer a lot to complain about, but it’s worth taking a chance on a college gig or two this year, if only because the acts are getting better. Bates College welcomes Brooklyn’s Yeasayer to the Chase Hall Commons on October 23 (the venue is a promising shift from the oversized, cavernous Gray Cage). Brunswick’s Bowdoin College, for its part, hosts Toronto’s influential Broken Social Scene at the Farley Field House on October 25. The shows are sponsored by the Bates and Bowdoin radio stations, WRBC and WBOR.

Though the genre largely sprung from college-town bars in the 1990s (Athens, Georgia; Chapel Hill, North Carolina; Austin, Texas), campuses have been slow to embrace the increasing mainstream cred of indie rock. Student organizations are beginning to open their ample coffers to better-known acts, and corporate America sees something happening, too: mtvU, MTV’s online music channel geared toward students, sponsors multiple campus tours every year, showcasing indie artists who are peppering their tours with college dates to keep the gas tanks full. College rock, it seems, is finally earning its moniker.

Under these circumstances, it’s fitting that Broken Social Scene are playing Bowdoin’s largest venue next week (the opening act is the solid, female-fronted trio Land of Talk). The collective (occasional members include Feist and members of Stars, Do Make Say Think, and other Canadian bands) made a distinctive mark on the modern indie landscape after the release of their 2002 album, You Forgot It In People (Arts & Crafts). The album was arguably the first word-of-mouth Internet smash. After being “discovered” by Pitchfork editor Ryan Schreiber in the early months of 2003, the band became a darling of the infant music blog scene and expanded from playing underground bars and art venues (I saw them at a scantly-attended gallery show in London in ’03) to selling out theaters and opera houses.

The ten-member collective popularized a maximalist sound — punk rock- and Yo La Tengo-inspired guitars mingle with horns and tambourines, and breathy male singers are complemented by beatific female counterparts — that opened the doors of mainstream acceptance for numerous acts, notably Montreal’s Arcade Fire and Broken Social Scene’s own female siren, Feist. The group’s brand has become so influential that recent album’s by BSS members have been released as part of a “Broken Social Scene Presents” series, which has yielded good-to-strong albums by guitarists Kevin Drew and Brendan Canning.

If Broken Social Scene’s sudden but hard-won success is emblematic of indie rock’s early-decade insurgence, Yeasayer are a product of the genre’s late-decade, band-to-watch hysteria. The four-piece, who meld prog-rock tropes (high-pitched vocals, ample keyboard) with unorthodox African drum patterns and a hippie-gospel melodic sensibility, caused a stir at Austin’s SXSW festival in early 2007, a full seven months before the release of their debut album, All Hour Cymbals (We Are Free). The fever-pitched hype, in this case, has so far proven to be well-founded. Cymbals, “famously” recorded in five days, is an assured and expansive debut. The band handily upstaged live favorites Man Man in an opening spot on a largely sold-out tour this past spring. At Boston’s Paradise Rock Club in April, the group transformed an album of dense, druggy atmosphere into something more taut, danceable, and celebratory. If that performance was any indication, their set at Bates, with openers Chairlift, could be one of the better indie shows in Maine this year — if the college kids don’t ruin it.

Hard act to follow Shortly after Dirty Projectors completed their mind-blowing set opening up for TV on the Radio at the House of Blues, vocalists and multi-instrumentalists Angel Deradoorian and Amber Coffman came back on stage.

Are Animal Collective a jam band? Like many white males in their early 30s with slowing metabolisms and dorkish concerns, I never really got what the big fucking deal was about Animal Collective. I was turned onto them years ago by a friend at an old workplace; he had better taste in music than me.

Why? so serious? The lines between avant-garde hip-hop, pop, and indie rock continue to blur with defiance on Alopecia, the third album by the Anticon trio Why?.

Retro, active It’s hard not to dig Von Doom’s sound for someone like myself, who went a bit apeshit for the lovelorn, melodic, and melancholy noise of early ’90s indie rock, from stalwarts Buffalo Tom and Dinosaur Jr. to obscure stuff like St. Johnny and Seaweed.

TEN YEARS, A WAVE | September 26, 2014 As the festival has evolved, examples of Fowlie’s preferred breed of film—once a small niche of the documentary universe—have become a lot more common, a lot more variegated, and a lot more accomplished.

GIRLS (AND BOYS) ON FILM | July 11, 2014 The Maine International Film Festival, now in its 17th year in Waterville, remains one of the region’s more ambitious cultural institutions, less bound by a singular ambition than a desire to convey the breadth and depth of cinema’s past and present. (This, and a healthy dose of music and human-interest documentaries.) On that account, MIFF ’14 is an impressive achievement, offering area filmgoers its best program in years. With so much to survey, let’s make haste with the recommendations. (Particularly emphatic suggestions are marked in bold print.)

AMERICAN VALUES | June 11, 2014 The Immigrant seamlessly folds elements of New York history and the American promise into a story about the varieties of captivity and loyalty.

CHARACTER IS POLITICAL | April 10, 2014 Kelly Reichardt, one of the most admired and resourceful voices in American independent cinema, appears at the Portland Museum of Art Friday night to participate in a weekend-long retrospective of her three most recent films.

LET'S TALK ABOUT SEX | April 09, 2014 Throughout its two volumes and four hours of explicit sexuality, masochism, philosophical debate, and self-analysis, Nymphomaniac remains the steadfast vision of a director talking to himself, and assuming you’ll be interested enough in him to listen and pay close attention.